ونډول شوی غږيز

Far beyond the cities... far beyond the roads... there is a land... that seems to have no end... The Mongolian steppe... wide... open... silent... It stretches across the horizon... like a calm ocean... without waves... without sound... Only grass... moving gently... under the wind... Only sky... endless... unchanging... During the day... the light spreads softly... touching everything... without warmth... without urgency... And at night... the dark